The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusPhillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 pagina's |
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Pagina 17
... looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo ! here I lend thee this sharp - pointed sword ; Which if thou please to ...
... looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such contempt . If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive , Lo ! here I lend thee this sharp - pointed sword ; Which if thou please to ...
Pagina 18
... Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger ; Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favor at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm ...
... Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger ; Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favor at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm ...
Pagina 24
... look , what I have said I will avouch , in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower . ' Tis time to speak , my pains 2 are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well . Thou kill'dst my husband ...
... look , what I have said I will avouch , in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower . ' Tis time to speak , my pains 2 are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well . Thou kill'dst my husband ...
Pagina 30
... Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on him ; And all their ministers attend on him ...
... Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on him ; And all their ministers attend on him ...
Pagina 37
... looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the king's , my looks , mine own . Clar . How darkly , and how deadly dost thou speak ! Your eyes do menace me . Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? Both Murd ...
... looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the king's , my looks , mine own . Clar . How darkly , and how deadly dost thou speak ! Your eyes do menace me . Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? Both Murd ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Richard III. King Henry VIII ... William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1857 |
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Pagina 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Pagina 183 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Pagina 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Pagina 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pagina 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Pagina 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Pagina 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Pagina 204 - ... carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And...
Pagina 204 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...